Story 2: Les 101

I almost walked past the classroom.

The door was slightly open and I was about to knock when something caught my eye. Something that made my feet stop moving and my breath catch in my throat.

Miss Tina was under her desk.

Not sitting behind it. Under it. On her knees, her back to me, doing something I couldn't quite make out. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and her legs were spread just enough that I could see everything between them.

Everything.

A thin strip of black lace sat tucked between her thighs. Her underwear. Not on her. On the floor beside her knee. She was putting on a skirt, pulling it up slowly over her hips, adjusting it into place.

I don't know how long I stood there staring. A second. Five seconds. Long enough for heat to rush through my body so fast it made my head spin. Heat that started low in my belly and spread outward like something had been turned on inside me. Something I didn't know was there.

Miss Tina looked up.

Our eyes met and I felt my face burn so hot I thought my skin might actually catch fire. She didn't flinch. Didn't look embarrassed. She just stood up smoothly, that small knowing smile already pulling at the corner of her lips as she straightened her skirt.

"Princess." Her voice was calm. Warm. "Come in."

I stepped inside, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. She gestured for me to sit and I did, gripping my bag in my lap like it could somehow shield me from whatever was happening inside my chest.

"I wanted to talk to you about your grade," she said, settling into her chair and crossing her legs. "You failed the sex education practical assessment."

My stomach dropped. "I what?"

"Failed." She tilted her head, studying me in a way that made my skin prickle. "Which surprises me honestly. You do well in everything else. So I have to wonder why this particular subject is giving you so much trouble."

I looked down at my hands. At my fingers twisting around the strap of my bag. "I just don't really know much about it," I whispered. "Any of it. I don't understand how any of it works."

When I finally looked up, Tina was smiling. Not a pitying smile. Not a condescending one. Something warmer than that. Something that made my insides flip.

"Well," she said, leaning forward slightly. "I can tutor you."

Something lit up inside my chest. Relief and excitement and something else I couldn't name all tangled together at once. Before I could stop myself I was on my feet and crossing the room and wrapping my arms around her in a hug.

The moment I did I felt them. Pressed flush against my chest. Huge and full and soft and warm through the thin fabric of her blouse. My breath hitched and I pulled back quickly, heat rushing up my neck and flooding my face.

"Sorry I just," I stammered. "Thank you. Really. Thank you."

Tina's smile widened. She didn't look away from me. "Don't apologize. Come to my place tomorrow after school. We'll start then."

I nodded so fast my neck ached. "Yes. Okay. I'll be there."

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I showed up at Tina's house the next afternoon wearing a tennis skirt and a fitted white top. I told myself it was just because it was comfortable. I told myself I wasn't thinking about how I looked when I picked out the outfit that morning and spent twenty minutes in front of the mirror adjusting it.

I was lying to myself.

Tina opened the door in an oversized silk shirt that fell mid thigh, her hair loose around her shoulders. She looked different outside of school. Softer. More relaxed. More dangerous.

"Come in," she said, stepping aside.

Her apartment was warm. Dim. The kind of space that felt like it was designed to make you forget the outside world existed. She led me to her living room and I sat on the edge of her couch, my hands clasped between my knees, my heart hammering so hard I was sure she could hear it.

Tina sat beside me. Close. Closer than I expected. I could smell her perfume, something sweet and warm that made my head feel fuzzy.

She turned to face me and I turned to face her and suddenly there was nothing between us but a few inches of air.

I looked at her lips.

I don't know why I did it. I don't know what made my eyes drop from hers to the soft curve of her mouth. But the moment they did something shifted in the room. Something heavy and electric and inevitable.

Tina's hand came up to my jaw. Her fingers were warm against my skin. She tilted my face up gently, her thumb brushing across my cheekbone, and looked at me the way no one had ever looked at me before.

Then she kissed me.

It was soft at first. Just the press of her lips against mine, light and slow, like she was giving me time to pull away. My brain screamed at me to stop. This was my teacher. This was wrong. This was everything I shouldn't be doing.

"We shouldn't," I breathed against her mouth, pulling back just slightly.

"Hmm." Tina's thumb traced my bottom lip. Her eyes were dark, heavy lidded, certain. "I've seen the way you look at me, Princess. I've seen it for months."

My breath stuttered.

"You think I didn't notice?" she murmured. "The way you stare when you think I'm not looking. The way your cheeks flush every time I get close to you."

I opened my mouth to deny it but nothing came out.

"I noticed," she whispered.

Then she kissed me again and this time there was nothing soft about it.

Her mouth moved against mine with purpose, one hand sliding into my hair, the other finding my waist and pulling me closer. The kiss deepened and I felt my body melt into hers without my brain's permission. My lips parted and her tongue slid against mine and a sound escaped my throat that I didn't even recognize as mine.

When we finally broke apart I was breathing hard. My skin felt too hot. My whole body was buzzing.

"Come with me," Tina said, standing and taking my hand.

She led me to her bedroom. The sheets were white and crisp. The room smelled like her perfume. Soft light filtered through sheer curtains and everything felt dreamlike. Unreal.

Tina turned to face me, her hands finding the hem of my top. "Undress for me."

My hands were shaking as I pulled my shirt over my head. Then my skirt. Then my underwear. Each piece of clothing I removed made me feel more exposed, more vulnerable. I stood there bare in front of her and every instinct in me screamed to cover myself.

But Tina's eyes on me made me stop.

She looked at me like I was something precious. Something she wanted to unwrap slowly and carefully and taste every inch of.

She circled me.

Slowly. Taking her time. I felt her gaze travel over every part of me. My shoulders. My back. My waist. My hips. I stood perfectly still barely breathing as she completed the circle and came to stand in front of me again.

Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to my neck.

Soft. Warm. Lingering. Her breath ghosted across my skin and goosebumps erupted down my arms. Her hands found my waist, fingers splaying across the bare skin of my sides.

Her hand came down sharply against my ass.

The slap echoed through the bedroom and I gasped, my whole body jolting forward. The sting bloomed hot across my skin and something about it, the surprise of it, the sharpness of it, made heat flood between my thighs so fast it made me dizzy.

"Oh," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

Tina's lips curled against my neck. "Sensitive."

I didn't know what to do with my hands. My face was on fire. My body was trembling. Every nerve ending felt like it was lit up and sparking.

"Lie down," Tina said softly. "On the bed. On your back."

I obeyed without thinking. My body moved before my brain could catch up. I laid back against the cool white sheets and looked up at her and waited.

Tina climbed onto the bed beside me, kneeling next to my hip. She looked down at me, her eyes traveling over my body with an intensity that made my stomach clench.

Then she bent down and took one of my nipples into her mouth.

I arched off the bed immediately. The wet heat of her tongue circling the sensitive peak sent electricity shooting straight through my core. My hands fisted in the sheets, my back lifting off the mattress as a moan tore from my lips.

Her hand found my other breast, fingers rolling and tugging my nipple while her mouth worked the other one. Sucking. Licking. Biting down just enough to make me cry out.

I could feel myself getting wet. Really wet. The slick heat of it pooling between my thighs was so intense it almost hurt. I shifted my hips restlessly, my body desperate for more contact, more pressure, more of anything.

Tina's lips trailed from my breast up the curve of my neck, kissing along my jaw, my cheek, the corner of my mouth. Her hand left my breast and traveled downward. Slowly. Torturously slowly. Fingertips tracing a path down my ribs, across my stomach, over the soft skin below my navel.

I held my breath.

Her fingers stopped just above where I needed them most.

"There are different types of orgasms," Tina murmured against my ear, her voice low and deliberate. "And tonight I'm going to teach you every single one."

My whole body shivered.

"The first one," she said, her hand sliding lower until her fingers found my clit, "is the clitoral orgasm."

The moment her fingers made contact I whimpered. She was gentle at first. Barely there. Just the lightest brush of her fingertips against the swollen bundle of nerves. Exploring. Mapping. Learning the shape of me.

Then she pressed firmer.

I moaned, my hips bucking up against her hand. She found my wetness, gathering it with her fingers, using it to ease the glide as she began to move. Slow circles at first. Deliberate. Precise. Like she was studying my reactions, watching my face, cataloguing every sound I made.

"Right here," she whispered, her finger pressing directly against the most sensitive part of my clit. "This is where it all starts."

I gasped, my back arching. The sensation was sharp and overwhelming and consuming all at once. She increased the pressure, her fingers moving faster, rubbing tight firm circles that had my entire body trembling.

"Oh god," I breathed, my hands flying to her shoulders, gripping her tight.

Tina didn't let up. Her fingers kept moving, relentless, finding the exact rhythm and pressure that made my hips jerk and my breath come in ragged gasps. The nerve endings beneath her touch were on fire, every stroke sending jolts of pleasure radiating outward through my entire body.

I could feel it building. A tight coil of heat winding tighter and tighter in my belly. My thighs were shaking. My nails were digging into Tina's shoulders hard enough to leave marks.

"That's it," Tina murmured, her voice steady and calm even as mine was falling apart. "Let it come."

The orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning straight through my center.

I screamed. Actually screamed. My back arched completely off the bed, every muscle in my body seizing as waves of pleasure crashed through me one after another. It was blinding. All consuming. Like every nerve ending in my body was firing at once and I couldn't breathe couldn't think couldn't do anything except feel.

Tina worked me through it, her fingers slowing but never stopping, drawing out every last tremor until I collapsed back against the sheets panting and shaking and completely wrecked.

"That," Tina said softly, pressing a kiss to my forehead, "was a clitoral orgasm."

I stared up at her with wide eyes, still trying to remember how to breathe. "That was..."

"Just the beginning." Her smile was wicked.

Before I could respond her hands were on my thighs, spreading them wider. She positioned herself between my legs, lowering herself down until her face was level with my center. She looked up at me from there, her eyes dark and hungry, and the sight of her between my thighs looking at me like that made me clench all over again.